Today, I worked through my Kunda Yoga with Aeshma, the Div of Wrath.
It could not have been more appropriate.
As I prepare to add my own Power to my first group working tonight, I found myself embracing Aeshma, the Div of Wrath.
As I performed Seven Asanas, I found the name of Aeshma growing into a chant in my mind. It was very raw, very primal, very tribal.
I moved much quicker through the Seven Asanas than I have in the past few days, the Asanas almost becoming a kata or war dance. I just noticed, accepted it, and flowed with it.
And the Power of Aeshma flowed through me.
At one point during my meditation for “Emanating the Rays of the Black Sun”, I found myself soul traveling to Aeshma.
In my imagination, I stood as my Shadow-Self before a great bonfire, chanting Aeshma’s name. He stood across from me, on the other side of the bonfire.
He took the form of a giant, black-skinned muscular warrior with the lower body of a black serpent. He had six arms and they took the pose from his sigil.
His face was covered in an onyx war mask, carved into a demonic visage. It’s similar to what you might find deep in an African jungle, but much older … much more ancient. Just the feeling I get.
And in his top right hand, he wielded the Great Spear of Wounding.
We spoke briefly and I could feel his intense power flowing through me as my body rocked back and forth, chanting “AH-ESH-MA! AH-ESH-MA! AH-ESH-MA!” while I communed with him.
And when I performed the Seven Asanas in reverse to ground the very essence of Aeshma within my body and my life, they definitely took on the form of a warrior working through his war dance, preparing for the war to come.
As I finished, I had the words from Steven Moffat flow into my mind … “When A Good Man Goes to War”.
I post it here now, changing the words to match my own intent …
Let There Be Blood on My Hands and the Flesh of the Wicked in My Teeth.
A Peaceful Man Goes to War.
